Sneaking out her house, unseen and unheard, Karina hurriedly crossed the silent street. For it to be October, it was unusually warm outside, so she didn't bother with a jacket. Now she regretted it, because it was chilly outside, and the variety of American Eagle hoodies she had in her closet were calling loudly to her.
Stealthily, she slipped her slender body through the side gate that lead to the backyard, locked it, and then proceeded to run as quietly as she could across the now slightly withered-looking grass. Creeping through the backyard, she headed straight for the sliding glass doors that were never locked. She knew it was mainly because of her, and less so for Darren, who liked to sneak out the same way she was now coming in for another one of their little late-night escapades.
Karina took off her sneakers and trekked through the living room, turning to her right to go through the kitchen. That was the only part of his house that aggravated her: she had to go through at least three rooms before she made it to the hallway, the stairs, and finally Darren's room.
Still walking, Karina paused when she entered the kitchen. Someone was standing in the refrigerator, drinking straight from a carton of juice. Calmly, Karina said, "Get a cup."
The hulking person turned around, grinning at her. It was James, Darren's older brother. Smiling the way he was, he resembled Darren so much that if she hadn't spent nearly all her young life around him, she would've thought James was Darren.
"Try coming through the front door lately?" he asked sarcastically.
Karina smirked, but quickened her steps while retorting smartly, "Now where's the fun in that?" James laughed, a quiet, consoling sound, and shook his head as he returned to the box of juice.
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After creeping silently yet again, Karina reached the top of the stairs and made an immediate left, heading towards Darren's room. She turned the doorknob and entered, surprised to see that it was completely dark in the room. Normally, when she came over there, he'd at least have his bedside light on, but now, there was nothing, except for the sound of ragged breathing.
"Darren?" she whispered softly, thinking that he'd fallen asleep waiting for her. If that was the case, then she'd tap him, letting him know that she was there, and fall asleep next to him.
He didn't hear her. He was busily stroking his unbelievably engorged dick again. After he hung up his phone, he went to the bathroom to clean himself off, thinking about the intensity with which he'd come. He relived his previous thoughts of Karina, and it made his dick harder than before. So, instead of willfully forcing his erection to subside, he thought he'd find a more productive way of doing so.
He did hear her gasp, though. And he saw the bright glare of the lamp through his tightly closed eyelids. Popping them open, he was just as surprised, finding her standing there with her mouth wide open, a small hand covering it. Hurriedly, he snatched the thick comforter off his bed and tried to cover himself, but she'd seen it all already.
Darren tried to explain, but the words just wouldn't come. How could he explain to his girlfriend that his dick was hard and his balls were ready to explode because he was thinking the most sinful things about her? He couldn't. He knew he couldn't, but she really didn't expect him to. There was nothing to explain.
There was nothing she could do. Every bone in her body was frozen with shock, but her hardened nipples and tingling lower body told her that she didn't mind one bit his open display. From what she was thinking earlier, to what happened just now were putting her brain and senses on hormonal overload. Everything was happening just a little too fast in too little time.
They stood staring at each other awkwardly for a few long moments more, before she cleared her throat dramatically and tried to make a joke. Nothing witty came up, just blank space. What could she possibly say at a time like this? Uh, hey, just came over to ask of you wanna have sex with me, but it looks like your hand beat me to the punch? Nah, that would never work.
Darren desperately tried, he really did, to make his hard-on go down, but nothing would work. The way she stood there, so innocently surprised, had him throbbing and leaking into his midnight blue spread. He couldn't believe himself, sitting there mentally lusting after her instead of trying to make the situation better, but he couldn't help himself either. She was just so damn cute.
Karina bit her lip and he thought he'd go nuts; either that, or he would spontaneously combust. He made his way past her into his bathroom. It took an extremely hard effort, but he'd finally managed to make his erection go down.
While he was in there, Karina made herself a spot on the bed. She just couldn't get the picture out of her mind; his face screwed up tightly, like he was in pain, the sight of his glistening and heaving chest. And she most definitely couldn't erase the picture of his swollen penis; its long shaft and a slightly darker, mushroom shaped head. It steadily dripped a milky white substance that coated his hands and balls. Those balls! Goddamn! Karina's breath caught; she could picture them vividly, huge and hanging heavily, like two, slightly reduced Florida oranges. Oh my gosh! she thought. Now I'm comparing his balls to fruit! God, help me.
Darren finally emerged from the bathroom, still wearing the spread. He found his baby in a position of deep contemplation, like she was over-analyzing the unexpected event that just happened. "Karina," he said, kneeling in front of her. "You okay?"
She snapped out of her reverie and blinked, seeing him on the floor in front of her. Involuntarily, her eyes drifted downward and he chuckled lightly.
"Why were you doing that?" she asked suddenly, wiping the smile off his face.
"Well, um, you know..." he stammered, trying to find the right words. "I do that when I need to relieve, uh...pressure."
